Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.